when you walked in
with your mind still damp
from the monsoon that
has engulfed the city
a month after it should've...
i was spooling my thoughts
into brightly coloured strains,
reeling them in slowly
carefully wrapping them up
for safekeeping.
among a hundred identical
neatly labelled jars,
you could try to find yourself.
it's always all been here,
i only ever pretend to forget.
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'I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show,
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down...'
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show,
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down...'
6 comments:
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darun likhechhish toh!
Very nice. I like. :)
are the jars arranged neatly ? or are they tucked away among other boxes ?
Romper los frascos. Olvidar para no olvidarte.
Un saludo desde España :)
thankyou ladies. :)
@apeman,
other boxes, yes. there's also cobwebs and dead lizards.
You do write really good.
I dont know you, but can personify.
Cheers
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